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Chapter 72 - Run

Auteur: Dchenemi
last update Date de publication: 2025-10-11 20:18:41

SILAS

She didn't speak. Just looked at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. I felt like she was trying to peer through my skull and into my brain, trying to figure out if I meant it or if this was some kind of manipulation. I dipped my other hand in my pocket, suddenly restless.

I held my breath, waiting. Not sure what I was waiting for, but unable to move until she gave me something—acceptance, rejection, anything.

Finally, she sighed. The sound was heavy, tired, and when she look
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